in the village of Marston Mortaine, Bedfordshire, England.
The witness' name is Philip Kinsella: Philip himself tells the story in his own words.
Above: ©Artist impression 1
ALIEN IN THE HOUSE
by Philip Kinsella
'Standing in the kitchen with my twin brother Ronald, and my sister Christine along with our dog Benji, we talked about what our days had comprised of, until Ronald suddenly said something peculiar: “there’s going to be an earthquake, or grandma’s going to die.” His statement had nothing to do with what we were discussing, which seemed most odd.
Then quite suddenly, with Ronald’s words still running through my mind, the whole kitchen seemed to be charged with what I can only describe as an electrical current – rather like static.
To say that things didn’t seem right is an understatement!
I had been standing behind the kitchen bar while all of this
was happening facing the open door, which looked across to the hall:
Then I noticed
that the hallway itself was lit like a torch; and that is
when I saw ‘it’!
Everything happened so quickly, I hardly had time to get hold of my senses.
The dog went mad, and as the flash of light lit the hall a very small man dressed in black stepped through the long glass panel in the front door, as if the glass were a sheet of water.
‘It’ darted into the downstairs study, then reappeared to our view and moved with such speed that my mind couldn’t initially register what I or my brother or sister were looking at.
The figure was about three feet tall, wearing what I assumed to be black, shiny leather, and had some type of head covering, rather like an oversized motorcycle helmet.
At this point it ran past some pot plants in the hall; although I could hear the sound of leaves rubbing across its uniform or slin, (for want of a better description?), as it ran, the little being made no noise whatsoever: Even more oddly, it seemed as though it was floating, but firmly fixed to the ground at the same time, if that makes any sense!
Immediately after, ‘it’ disappeared up the hall stairs and I reached behind me for a knife.
My brain was set on there being an intruder in the house.
Both Ronald and Christine were confused and the dog was still going mad; however, in spite of a thorough search around the house, we couldn’t find any trace of the being, and there was no explanation to this unusual event.
For weeks after the event, our dog found comfort in the far corner of the kitchen and acted in a strange manner, not wanting to go near the hall at all.
To my mind, (and this is a hypothesis which I have now come to accept), what we witnessed was the appearance of a ‘Grey’, as these particular aliens are known.
I have seen UFOs many times, but I always maintained an air of scepticism.
This event however, left me so stunned, confused and frightened that I had to find help.
I contacted a well known British Ufologist some years later - who was kind and sympathetic over the phone; but even after subsequent forensic investigations of our house by trained personnel, (resulting from this call), nothing has ever been satisfactorily proved about what happened to us.
At the time I told the researcher that I wanted all the details of this particular encounter, (along with all the others which both Ronald and I have had), buried, so that no–one would know about them; but now I have decided to come out and tell people.
Why should I be ashamed of something happening to me that was both terrifying and beyond my control? Why, I thought, should I hide in a cave and keep my lips sealed and eyes covered?
True, both Ronald and I sometimes have over–active imaginations, (because we write and illustrate children’s books as hobby), but that doesn’t give any expert the right to rubbish the testimonies of individuals like us who see UFOs and aliens.
There is no glamour or monetary gain to be had by inventing such a story whatsoever, especially when my professional career and reputation is at stake.
I still think about the little man we saw and the strange atmosphere around the house - and this memory, together with those of previous encounters I’ve had with UFOs, prompted me to attend a local UFO studies group - which helped me come to terms with these experiences.
Our government, military, science and church leaders have a lot to explain - and we feel that their denials have got to stop: People need to know the truth, and if it means blowing the lid on those officials who continually refuse to acknowledge the existence of UFOs, then so be it.
They have not once satisfactorily explained, in any way, what UFOs really are.
If it really is all bogus as they try to tell us, then why are millions of reports of the phenomenon registered annually?
Thankfully, my encounter with the little man in black has widened my belief in aliens and UFOs.
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